I'd like to believe you're right--really, I would.
[They're...not talking about outer space any more, are they, Doctor? She holds his gaze steadily, considering her own words a bit more than she normally does. Evy's an impulsive woman, but she knows how to pick her sentiments carefully when she has to.]
And--oh, none of the 'would' nonsense, I really do think so. Most people just want to do...whatever it is they want to do...and be left alone. [She gestures vaguely at whatever--you know what she means, right, McCoy? It's true enough of her, when one really gets down to it--and from everything Leonard's said, she'd say the same of him.] The real problems show up when what they want gets in the way of what someone else wants. You want to heal a person, but someone else wants him dead. I want to be a scholar, and someone else wants his old boys' club to keep its 'no girls allowed' sign tacked on the door.
[The Medjai want mummies to stay immobile beneath the sand, Evy wants to read ancient curses out loud. See, it works both ways. She shrugs.] I think you're right, truly--but sometimes fate has a nasty way of undercutting what we do.
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[They're...not talking about outer space any more, are they, Doctor? She holds his gaze steadily, considering her own words a bit more than she normally does. Evy's an impulsive woman, but she knows how to pick her sentiments carefully when she has to.]
And--oh, none of the 'would' nonsense, I really do think so. Most people just want to do...whatever it is they want to do...and be left alone. [She gestures vaguely at whatever--you know what she means, right, McCoy? It's true enough of her, when one really gets down to it--and from everything Leonard's said, she'd say the same of him.] The real problems show up when what they want gets in the way of what someone else wants. You want to heal a person, but someone else wants him dead. I want to be a scholar, and someone else wants his old boys' club to keep its 'no girls allowed' sign tacked on the door.
[The Medjai want mummies to stay immobile beneath the sand, Evy wants to read ancient curses out loud. See, it works both ways. She shrugs.] I think you're right, truly--but sometimes fate has a nasty way of undercutting what we do.